Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.